A/N: This is based off of a headcannon I found on Facebook. SO MANY FEELS!
Disclaimer: Jo Rowling owns Harry Potter.
Teddy had always thought that it was her grandmotherly instinct toward him and her care and motherly nature that made Molly Weasley stuff him with food and take care of him as if he were a member of the family. Maybe it was the fact that he had no parents- he remembered Uncle Harry telling him of being treated like a Weasley son from the moment he asked Molly for help getting onto Platform 9 ¾. But surely it wasn't that. She certainly wasn't that kind of person. For as long as he could remember, she was as much as a grandmother to him as Andromeda Tonks was. Not a mother- never a mother. Even though she had died when he was little, he still had a mother, Nymphadora Lupin, and a father, Remus. They were once alive and very real. That was why he, with all the other Weasley grandkids called her Gran, too.
His first birthday party was right here, where he sat, in the Burrow's backyard. Gran (Molly- Andromeda was Grandma) had baked him a spectacular cake and she and Grandma had both helped him blow out the candles- right before he smashed his face into the cake, to the amusement to Ron and Harry, who were both roaring with uncontrollable laughter for the rest of the night- apparently, cake had gotten stuck in his hair and nose. (Less than a month later he had sneezed out a glob of icing on top of a picture of his mother during the memorial service for all who had died in the war. Everyone had laughed through their tears. "Your mother would have congratulated you." Harry constantly reminded him.)
He had basically grown up in the burrow, playing with Victoire, and Molly would always stuff him with food. A smidge more than the others, he was sure, but more nonetheless. And that was saying something, seeing as everyone always had heaping plates of food in front of them.
Whenever he visited, he was the first to have a plate of food pushed in front of him, even though he generally sat at the middle of the table. It wasn't as if he was a guest that she was obligated to serve. They had made it perfectly clear that he was family.
It hadn't changed when he and Victoire had started dating in her seventh year.
It certainly hadn't changed even after their wedding three years later.
Even when he had kids of his own, he was always appreciated and stuffed with even more food than his children.
He never figured out why, but he still thought that it was her kind and motherly instinct.
And at that moment, he had decided to be a smidge more observant, and noticed that when she placed a plate of food in front of him, she was looking at the vast amount of pictures on the wall- one in particular- the picture of his parents on their wedding day.
But Molly Weasley knew exactly why. Whenever she looked at Teddy, she always thought of his father, and remembered what he had said to her so many years ago in Grimmauld place, after the boggart incident.
"And as for who's going to look after Ron and Ginny if you and Arthur died, what do you think we'd do, let them starve?"
A/N: So what do you think? I'm sick at the moment, and trying to get in as much writing as possible.
Review, please!